Romans & histoires Anne Shirley Cuthbert

When my Prince shattered our Eternal Blood Vow for the ninety-ninth time, I dragged my drained, broken body to the Tribunal of Vows. "I am here to request the dissolution of my Eternal Blood Vow with the Prince of the Kindred." Ten minutes later, Damien stormed in with Isabella in tow. The Prince of the Kindred strode toward me, his hand shooting out to clamp around my neck before he slammed me against a cold marble pillar. "You'd go so far as to dissolve our vow just because you're jealous of Isabella's promotion? Has the bloodlust driven you completely insane?" My mother Eleanor's voice echoed icily through our bond. "Forging lab results to play the victim, all for his attention. You've always been so deceitful." Tears of blood welled in Isabella's eyes as she tugged on Damien's arm. "I'm so sorry, Seraphina. I never should have accepted this position. Please, stop putting yourself—and the Prince—through this!" I wiped away the tears of blood seeping from my eyes and faced the tribunal official once more. "I no longer have the protection of a clan. So that I may turn to ash in three days, please help me complete the dissolution ceremony."

I've stood before a priest and sworn my vows to the same man seven times. And for the seventh time, I've signed divorce papers in front of the family lawyer. At our first wedding, the youngest Capo of the Throne family held my hand and promised, "From this day forward, my life is yours and yours alone." But whenever his childhood sweetheart stirred up trouble and needed his protection, Carter's vow to me would conveniently become a sanctuary for her. "Tessa's in trouble again, Maeve. For your own safety, we have to get a divorce for now." The first time I was forced to divorce, I threatened him with the honor of our families' alliance, even vowing to expose his betrayal at a family gathering. His men dragged me out of the manor. The third time I signed the papers, I humbled myself, sneaking into the family's private club just to catch a glimpse of him from afar. By the sixth time, I had learned to quietly pack my few belongings in this house of lies, without putting up a fight. My breakdowns and desperate, undignified attempts to save us were only ever met with Carter's reliable promise to remarry me, just before another round of the divorce game he played for Tessa's sake. Until this time. After hearing Tessa was returning to New York from Italy, I didn't wait for Carter to speak. I placed the signed divorce papers in his study myself. Just like always, he casually set a date for our remarriage. But he didn't know that day was the day I would disappear from his world forever.

The Don of the Falcieri family was assassinated by a rival family, leaving behind his widowed wife, Livia. His younger brother, my husband Caius, took his place as Don. With the title came a duty: to secure the Falcieri bloodline by putting a child in his brother's widow. "Alessia's been barren for years. It falls to Livia to do what she couldn't. The Falcieri family cannot be without an heir." The Madre's voice dripped with scorn. Caius held me close, whispering promises. "As soon as Livia is pregnant, I swear I'll never touch her again." "Alessia, you're the only one I love." Three months, and he hasn't set foot in our bedroom. After he ignored me in front of everyone, choosing Livia time and time again, I finally left. I took what was mine and left one thing behind: a DNA test. It was my final gift to Caius.

After the engagement dinner, my grandmother was hauled down to the family's dungeons. The order was given by Serena, who handled the finances for my husband-to-be, Vincent, the heir to the Moretti family. Vincent himself led her down, refusing to hear a word of explanation. "The late Don's wife's diamond cross is missing. Your grandmother was the only guest not part of the family. If she didn't take it, who did?" Serena stood at the top of the stairs, her arrogant gaze sweeping over my face. It was laughable. Based on nothing but Serena's word, they could lock an old woman away. "She stays down there for every day the cross is missing. But that's one thing, our wedding is another. We're still on for next month." I glanced down at the diamond ring on my finger, engraved with the family crest. Exhaustion washed over me. This whole marriage felt meaningless.

On the day we were supposed to get engaged, my fiancé, Marco, married the Don's daughter. My father was framed and thrown in jail. I needed five million dollars to get him out. Then Marco found me. "Be my mistress," he offered, "and I'll save your father." I smiled and turned to the man lurking in the shadows, a man known for his power, brutality, and his stone-cold heart. They said the king of the underworld never let a woman spend the night. But with me, he buried his head in my hair, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist. The floor-to-ceiling windows, the mahogany desk, and the ornate carved bed all became our battlegrounds. And there was one thing I forgot to tell Marco. The man I was with was Dante Landini, the cold-blooded Don of the Landini family, who was Marco's soon-to-be father-in-law.

My Vampire fiancé, Vincent, was the powerful prince of New York's most influential coven. He had lived for centuries and was notoriously ruthless, yet he bestowed upon me, and only me, every honor imaginable. But one month before our Union Ceremony, he suddenly insisted on postponing it. The reason was his childhood friend, Camilla, was dying from a rare condition known as Bloodline Degeneration. To repay a life debt from long ago, he wanted to hold a mock wedding with her to fulfill her last wish to wear a wedding gown. I refused outright. It was a flagrant violation of coven dignity. But he pressured me relentlessly, using a supposed ancient code of honor as emotional blackmail. Then, two weeks before the ceremony, I received an anonymous email containing an advanced blood analysis report. Only then did I learn that he hadn't just been preparing a wedding; he had already secretly formed a Mutual Blood Bond with her, a pact that would bind their lives together for eternity. In that moment, I finally understood. My two centuries of devotion to him had been nothing more than a joke. And so, I called off our union and set fire to everything he had ever given me. On the day of the ceremony, I traveled to Europe's Supreme Institute for Vampiric Research in Italy and took charge of the Institute's most secret and critical project. From that day forward, I would have nothing more to do with the noble prince. We were finished.

Running from her mates, she had no choice. Thinking she would live, she got entangled in a more disastrous entity. Elena was mated to two of the greatest Alphas in the world. Both, young and elegant, she thought of a heavenly life for herself. Trying to escape from her past, Elena gets to fall into the hands of Zayn Almond, the Alpha of the Moon Violet Pack, one of the biggest packs in the city. He takes her in and then wants to shower her with a good life. But then, he discovers one thing. She was an Omega. And she was his mate. Wanting to have a pretty mate of high status, he found himself with a timid and poor girl. Then, he has to make her life miserable. But it never ended there. Mated to Ethan Harvey, a cousin of Zayn, she was trapped by two dangerous men. Her life begins with their torture and abuse, and they want to have her most cruelly, both a sex object and a slave of torture, dehumanizing her, instead of a Luna, she is a slave. Wanting to run away, she could not get away from the prying eyes of these men's subjects. Only one option was left, she needed to kill herself. But then, she could not die on her terms. She didn't have the right to die. They controlled her, with their mystical, powerful, and magical aura, and she could only die if they consented to it. Noticing her miserable life, they sought to make it more miserable.

On her birthday and mating ceremony, Shirley's life takes a tragic turn when her parents and fellow pack members fall victim to a merciless attack by unknown assailants. Captured and sold in a clandestine dark auction, she becomes the property of the formidable Alpha, Adolphus Quin. At first, Adolphus sees her as nothing more than a submissive slave, but as the nights pass, an unexpected transformation takes place within him. His icy demeanor begins to thaw, and he discovers an inexplicable weakness for Shirley, an emotion he thought himself incapable of and undeniably his paradox. How deep has Shirley dug into Adolphus's heart and how far has Adolphus fallen for Shirley?

"I’m straight, Thorne. I like women." "Good. Because you’re definitely not my type." As the captain of the city’s most brutal pro-hockey team, Jaxson Thorne rules the rink with iron fists. He doesn't do PR stunts, and he definitely doesn't do men. But when a massive bar brawl threatens his captaincy, management hands him a devastating ultimatum: fake-date the new figure skating coach to clean up his image, or lose his contract. Liam Vance is desperate. When his Olympic funding is cut, his dreams shatter. The contract to pretend to be deeply, madly in love with a thuggish hockey player is his last financial lifeline. The catch? They have to move into Jaxson’s luxury penthouse to keep up the charade for the paparazzi. Both men are fiercely, stubbornly straight. Behind closed doors, it’s a war of flying insults and strict boundaries. But when the cameras flash, forced proximity starts to blur the lines. A casual touch sparks an agonizing heat. A fake kiss leaves them breathless. Suddenly, the most terrifying game isn't on the ice—it's the realization that the man they are supposed to be pretending to love is the only one they can no longer live without.

During the year-end review, Shirley Johnson, Chris Kennedy’s childhood friend, said she wanted to take over as the project lead so she could get promoted to deputy general manager. For the sake of the company, I turned her down. Shirley, furious, quit on the spot and went to get married. Under my lead, the project brought in billions, and the company went public in one leap. Later, I married Chris. During our honeymoon, I was kidnapped and dragged into an underground compound in Morandia. I was about to call for help when I heard Chris say, "Do whatever you want with this vile woman." I desperately demanded to know why. Chris kicked me in the stomach. "If you hadn’t forced your way into the project lead position back then, Shirley wouldn’t have been pushed into that marriage! She wouldn’t have been abused to death. You owe her." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Shirley demanded to be the project lead.